I love these wee bugs with all of my heart
Watching them spiral motion into art.
They are funny and silly, wild and kind.
Sometimes, I swear I'm losing my mind.
They push me and pull me, break me and build me.
This unending love is ever so dreamy.
This unending love is ever so dreamy.
Their presence grounding, it strengthens and binds
only One could have crafted so perfect a design.
Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteMel
http://girlandthepolkadot.blogspot.com/
What a lovely poetry. Makes me want to share mine. Although, wrote that in postpartum depressed state...so its sorta ugly 😉
ReplyDeleteHa- I understand, you should just share anyway, it's good to see all sides of motherhood.
DeleteAdorable kids! Nothing really compares to a mother's unconditional love. Kisses.
ReplyDeleteJessica | notjessfashion.com
Aww this is so lovely!
ReplyDeletefunny and silly, wild and kind? what a perfect compliment. the poem is lovely, and i hope it's hanging somewhere for all your children to see <3
ReplyDeleteLovely poem!
ReplyDeleteAw so sweet! They are pretty freakin' cute!
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Michaela
http://michaelajeanblog.com
So cute! The words really resonate with your feelings. Made me smile.
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Beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteThis is such a heart warming but still whimsical poem, they are dolls!
ReplyDeleteLove this!!! It's beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI can tell they're your photos now (and not just because of your four beauties!): the light, the composition, there's a definite 'Chelsea-ness' about them. Beautiful poem. Have transcribed it in to my daily journal.
ReplyDeleteMissing their bright eyes and happy giggles this morning. Love them all!
ReplyDeleteSo sweet! And they are so beautiful!
ReplyDeleteOh what a beautiful bunch! And such a sweet poem.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, so sweet! Your kids are adorable :)
ReplyDeleteJessica
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